I'd been shanghaied by Mrs. Devers at the virtual last minute, for reasons known only to her, separated from my classmates.Rather than offer my naked ...anny as a burnt offering I spread my towel double-thickness on the sun-baked chair.Yeah, I was naked. Perhaps it was retribution for my suggestion we graduate naked.After all, I'd pointed out, we were the first class in Central High history to have 100% Program participation. The idea was swiftly shot down. Sacrifice wearing those cool scarlet. Old porno movie posters were on the walls and a corduroy lounge chair, from about 1973, was in the corner. The ashtray was full but at least the shower and toilet was clean.Sandra stuck her head around the corner and said with a smile, “We’re on.”“Cool,” I said as I followed her back down the hall.Before we got back to the theatre Pete pulled me over.“Excuse me love,” he looked me up and down, “What do you call yourself?”I laughed at the notion that I was some kind of professional, “My name is. What do you expect to live on, her trust fund?’ ‘We weren’t planning on getting married until after she graduates. I should have my Ph.D. by then and I’m going to be paid very well. I don’t think we’ll have to touch her trust fund, even if she decides to go to graduate school herself,’ said Jeff. ‘Ashley, you should have filled them in. They’re your parents. No wonder they seem so put off.’ ‘I thought you said you were starting graduate school in a month,’ challenged my Father. ‘And I plan to. She looked up, and Laurent was looking straight at her, rather than the image on his camera’s LCD. Clearly he still wanted her to carry on dancing. As the new car pulled up alongside Laurent’s car, he looked over. There was a young couple in the car, with him driving. They looked over at Laurent nervously. Slowly, he broke out into a smile that they took as permission to stay and watch. The young man adjusted the position of the car slightly so his headlights framed Jayne perfectly, and they.